Tomorrow I’m more than likely going to find myself in a cage facing decades in prison. So I hope you’ll forgive me if I’m a little worn out, and too emotional to do a live show. This saddens me more than anything because I really want to take your calls, but it’s just not possible.
Presuming I make bail, I hope I’ll be able to continue doing the show. I suspect they might make my silence a condition of my bail, and though I would prefer to resist such an order, I would be similarly silenced by staying in jail.
I should be able to beat these charges. I have done nothing wrong. Sadly, I have no confidence that my innocence alone will result in a not guilty verdict. More sadly, I have no confidence in the desire or ability of the authorities to protect me, and millions of people want to kill me. So as I wipe the tears from my eyes, I must tell you that it is entirely possible that this will be the last time you hear from me.
That is certainly not my preference, but I am comfortable with this outcome. When I became radicalized 8 years ago, I had already decided I was willing to lay down my life for a cause. I’ve found myself in the middle of several causes since then, and I’m very glad I never had to die for any of them, because this is the most worthy one I’ve been in proximity to. I consider this sacrifice my highest honor to date.
It has been an extraordinary privilege to serve alongside all of you.
I have authorized Augustus Invictus to act on my behalf in terms of fundraisers for my defense. I have intentionally not started one yet. Expect every dirty trick in the book (and a few new ones) to be thrown at me and all who stand beside me.
What you’re about to listen to is going to make you angry, but I want to make it very clear that I encourage calm amongst our people. My case will not be helped by escalation of this conflict, but that is not important. What is important is the longevity of our movement. This conflict is far from over, and we cannot afford further casualties. If you act violently, you do a disservice to me, to our race, and to our nation. If you must defend yourselves, use the least amount of force possible, and record everything. If they make a martyr out of me, you’ll know that there are no more arguments to be made.
In the meantime, your job is to be fruitful and multiply. If you don’t have a girlfriend, hit the gym, and get one. If you have a girlfriend, marry her and knock her up without undue delay. Be industrious. Our enemies shutting us out of their economy presents us with a magnificent opportunity for profit. If you’re a young guy in school, learn a programming language. Build market alternatives to the kikery that currently plagues our media and financial systems.
For the fake news kike cocksuckers who are tuning in for the first time, the clip of me talking before the music is an old clip originally titled “Begging for a leftist revolution”. I recorded this during an episode of the Radical Agenda which aired shortly after the 2016 election. Prophetic, ain’t it? I remind you that I’m discussing defensive force, as always. So when you take it out of context to make me a monster, I hope you remind yourself that you’re a lying piece of filth who deserves to die when you go to bed at night. If you doubt my sincerity, listen to episode 318.
The Battle of Charlottesville song is by one Paddy Tarleton. He is a very talented musician who just lost his job because our enemies hate his art. He’s about to marry a very wonderful woman, and he could probably use our help.
After that and the introduction, I lay out some of the more recent details of my precarious situation. Then I read a few of the recent blog posts I made here. After that there are a series of recorded phone calls I had with various media outlets including Vice News, the Keene Sentinel, NHPR, the Huffington Post, the New Hampshire Union Leader, the Associated Press, Digg, NBC, the New York Times, and News2Share, in that order.
I apologize in advance for the bad audio, if one of you can fix it in Audacity and get it back to me before I go to jail, I’ll happily replace this file with yours.